I’ve been stationary at the traffic blights for a few days now. I was misrouted and ended up stuck in that most gastronomic of a situations, a jam. This is a jam covered in a green mould, which when scraped away reveals a murky, tasteless and overrated confection.When I started writing posts a short time ago, the idea was to put down a few of my thoughts and share the pleasure that I get from food, cooking, the countryside and photography with whoever chanced upon my site. In that time I rolled smoothly on relatively traffic free roads, which is/was very pleasant. Then this strange urge for more traffic hit me, and I’ve been behaving strangely since. It goes something like this: to get more people to look at your site you need to post pictures on a set of sites that show galleries of food pictures, but the pictures need to be judged worthy of such exhibition. Unfortunately the judges appear to be groups of Californian blue rinse Betty Crockers whose view of photography and food comes from a well of knowledge so shallow that it cannot be measured. What is worse is that these self appointed arbiters of taste are leading their avid followers into believing the dreadful pictures that they display represent good photography and so blog after blog shows dull pictures in the hope that they will be selected for the Food Porker, Corn Porn or some other pointless site run by yet another coven. Enough said – I’m not going there any more and the lights have turned green. I’m happy to wave to whatever traffic comes my way, as long as its not flying on a broomstick – pace Harry Potter. Here are some wonderful artichokes poivrades which I’ve cooked, covered for an hour, with an intense tomato sauce flavoured with thyme, basil and parsley. At the end of the cooking, they are sprinkled with fresh breadcrumbs and parmesan and flashed under a hot grill.